He seemed almost happy that it was red.
“Why does that make you so happy?” I asked him, letting my legs fall to the bed and to the side.
My hips were happy, too.
That was an awkward position.
The itch of my skin had me running my cool hands over my neck and face where his beard had touched, and I sighed.
My skin was so sensitive and, apparently, even his beard made it itch.
Wonderful.
I’d always been somewhat allergic to dog and cat hair, but not enough that it stopped me from having them.
It was actually kind of funny to find out I was allergic to beard hair, too.
Not that he’d like to be compared to a dog.
“My brother’s is still blonde,” he explained.
I blinked.
“Why does that matter?” I asked.
“It matters because he looks exactly like me in all other ways but our beards. I might just have to keep it forever,” he said, trailing his finger along the line of my collarbone. “Why are you so red?”
“Your beard bothers my skin,” I told him, smiling.
He frowned.
“And don’t you dare shave it, or I’ll be mad at you,” I growled.
His eyebrows rose. “If it breaks your skin out…”
I shook my head, stopping him before he could continue.
“I’ve been like this since I was a kid. Tags on my shirts break my skin out. Trust me, I’m used to it. And, as long as you make me forget it itches, I don’t give a shit what it looks like after. It’ll fade,” I informed him.
He nodded.
“Okay,” he said. Then his eyes went hard. “Why’d you leave?”
Chapter 15
That awkward moment when you look out your car window to see a man watching you down your banana.
-Freya’s socially awkward thoughts
Freya
“You want to talk about this now?” I asked him. “With your goo still dripping out of me?”
I pointed to my lower half where I could feel his release leaking down the cheeks of my booty.
He smiled.
“I got a little out of control,” he admitted, his eyes fixated on my lower half.
I rolled my eyes.
I’d gotten on birth control while he was doing whatever he was supposed to be doing in prison, and immediately after he’d left prison, he’d had a series of tests run to verify his health—which was alarming to me that he even had to do that. I’d learned, though, that STDs ran rampant in prisons, and it was standard protocol to have tests run constantly on an inmate throughout their stay to keep diseases at bay.
Needless to say, I wasn’t concerned.
Although it wasn’t a big deal, per se, it was something we hadn’t discussed as of yet.
That was normally something one did before they got all out of control.
I didn’t blame him, though.
I was just as out of control as he was.
“You’re not answering,” Ridley observed.
I sighed and rolled over onto my side, watching as he got up and bent over, grabbing his boxers that were wadded into a ball near the wall.
I licked my lips and decided to get up and follow suit, but I had to make a pit stop in the bathroom before I could just slip into my clothes.
Sex was messy business.
I hadn’t realized just how messy it was.
I was all set to wipe it up, but I realized it would be just as easy to take a shower at this point seeing as I’d leaked nearly all the way to my ankles.
“Shower,” Ridley agreed with a laugh from the doorway.
I tossed him a glare over my shoulder and reached forward to turn the knob and immediately adjusted it to my liking.
It made a weird groaning noise as the water was forced up through the pipes, then finally pushed out of the showerhead in one long jet stream.
Showers weren’t necessarily pleasant experiences, so I took them sparingly in the time that I’d been here.
Ridley frowned when he saw the state of the shower.
“That looks uncomfortable,” he admitted, walking forward.
Then he started fiddling with the head that looked to be so old that I wasn’t sure it’d hold up to his messing with it.
He, however, had no concerns about what he did to it and pried the head loose, turning it like one did the water hose attachment.
It filtered into the shower spray, and my mouth dropped open.
“So all I needed, this whole time, was a man?” I asked. “Seriously, this is ridiculous.”
He chuckled and waved his hand, sweeping it sideways in an elegant fashion.
“Your shower awaits, darlin’.”
I snorted. “Nice, Lee. Real nice.”
Ridley grinned. “I like it when you call me Lee. Nobody does anymore.”
I smiled timidly at him, remembering that I was still mad at him.
I sighed when the hot water sluiced over my shoulders, running down my body all the way down to my feet.
Ridley growled, and my eyes snapped open.
“What?” I asked him.
His eyes were on my breasts, however.
I looked down and smiled.
“Did I tell you that I got my nipple pierced while I was away?” I asked.
I had, too.
I’d gotten drunk with Kelsey one day last week and we both ended up at a tattoo parlor.
Kelsey had gotten her belly button pierced…and well…I had gotten one nipple pierced.
I’d intended to get both of them pierced, but I’d chickened out after I felt how badly it’d hurt with the first one.
It was still sensitive as fuck, too.
Luckily, when Ridley had lost control earlier, he’d gone for the nipple that hadn’t had the piercing; meaning, I got to experience the look on his face as he saw the newest addition.
“You let someone touch your breasts?” he asked deceptively calm.
My smile dimmed slightly.
“A woman did it,” I said softly, running one finger over the tip of the nipple. “I tried to get the other one done, but I chickened out after getting this one done.”
Ridley growled again.
“Is that so?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah,” I said. “I tried. She even got it ready to go, but I made her stop before she could finish. It hurt so bad. Not so much anymore, though.”
“Stop fucking touching yourself,” he ordered. “Otherwise we’re going to end up right where we started.”
I smiled at him and dipped my head back in the water, letting it saturate my hair and making it fall into a flat sheet straight down my back.
Arching my back felt good, so I did it some more, trying to work a kink out of it that I’d acquired sometime during the day.
All the while, I didn’t realize that Ridley’s control was slipping.
In fact, I didn’t know anything at all was affecting him until I felt my body pulled up against his.
I gasped, lifting my head back up to stare at him in surprise at his abrupt entrance.
I hadn’t even heard him move.
“What are you…” I started to say.
His mouth stopped me when his tongue circled the tip of my pierced nipple.
I moaned loudly, and my legs started to weaken as pleasure ripped through me.
“If I went back with you,” he said. “Would you get the other one done?” he asked between licks.
I nodded. “Y-yes.”
He growled, the vibration of it tickling my nipple as he did.
“B-but only if y-you got yours done, too,” I bargained.
He chuckled. “You need to know something about me.”
I licked my lips, arching my back, trying to get closer to him.
The tip of his hard cock kissed my sex and I about lost my footing once again.
“Fuck
me while you tell me what I need to know,” I said, pulling his hair back.
He let me move him away from my nipple, turning slightly so I could get past him.
“Come ‘ere,” he said gutturally.
I moved, turning to the side so I could slide past him.
“To answer your question from earlier,” he murmured as I passed. “I did notice your piercing. However, I was already trying to keep it under control, so I chose to keep my mouth shut until I felt I was in control enough not to blow up.”
His dick hit my hip and bent as I moved past him, and I couldn’t help but run my hand along the length as I moved.
“Okay,” I panted slightly. “Now what?”
“Now,” he said, backing me into the wall by moving closer to my body. Reaching over my head, he picked up the showerhead from the wall and turned it so he could warm the wall up. Once done, he pushed me back. “We fuck.”
With that, he leaned down and hooked one arm under my knee, pulling it up and out to reveal my sex to his waiting gaze.
While watching me, he leaned forward and slid his hard cock through the lips of my sex.
His white teeth captured his bottom lip as he watched me watch him.
My mouth dropped open slightly when his cock head started sawing back and forth, the entire length of his cock playing over my buzzing clit.
Each slide was like an electric shock to my soul.
“Lee,” I said. “Please”
He took his cock in hand and fed it into my pussy.
He wasn’t gentle, either, causing me to scream.
Not in pain, but in utter pleasure.
Every single nerve ending that was in the lower half of my body started to sing as he stretched me, despite having been just inside me only minutes before.
“Shit,” he growled, his hand going to my nipple.
I came.
I couldn’t help it.
With just that simple touch, he unraveled me.
My head pounded and I nearly drowned as my face went backwards into the water that Ridley was holding up above my head.
Luckily, all the breath left my body instead of entering it, or I really would have.
Ridley’s hand under my ass tightened at the feel of my pussy clenching around him and he growled so deeply that the vibration made me lift my head.
I watched as he started to pump harder, his balls slapping against my ass and his belly tightening with the force he was using to thrust into me.
My back was hitting the hard wall with a soft thump each time he bucked forward.
He kept his eyes directed at where we were joined; I looked down there, too.
Surprise hit me as I saw how good we looked together.
I was stretched to the brink around his cock, my pussy was leaking for him, easing the way as he took me savagely.
His breathing was rough and out of control, and when I saw his belly tighten even further, I knew he was about to come.
He didn’t disappoint.
He threw his head back, and I watched as the cords of his neck strained as he released inside of me.
I wanted to lick the cords of his neck, but I couldn’t reach him in the position I was in.
The sight of him coming was stunning to watch.
Every muscle tensed.
His strong jaw became impossibly stronger, and when his mouth dropped open, I wanted nothing more than to thrust my tongue inside and breathe him in.
His cock jumped inside of me, and I tightened my legs around his waist when his grip started to wane.
I was worried he may even drop me, but instead of dropping me, he dropped the showerhead instead.
It swung in an arc down, as the spray hit the bathroom floor.
“You’re fucking killing me,” he whispered roughly into my hair.
I laughed and wrapped my hands around his neck.
“Yeah,” I said. “I do that sometimes. If it makes you feel any better, you’ll take me with you when you go.”
He looked up at that comment, and something close to panic flashed into his eyes.
“Promise you’ll never follow me if I go,” he ordered.
I was taken back by the vehemence in his voice.
“I w-won’t,” I promised. “I swear.”
He watched me for a long time, so long that I started to get worried, but then pounding at the door had him disengaging from me and pulling back.
He reached down and captured the showerhead for me, handing it back and grabbing a towel that was folded on the back of the toilet.
Then he left without another word.
I was left momentarily speechless as he left me, but I shook it off as something weird that always seemed to happen with Ridley and rinsed myself clean of him for a second time.
By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, it’d been close to ten minutes, and obviously I came just in time to avert a disaster.
“Eeek,” I said in surprise at seeing another man, Dr. Chace, standing in my bedroom. “What are you doing here?” I asked, backing up until I was mostly concealed by my closet door.
Dr. Chace looked tense.
Ridley, however, looked calm.
Too calm.
You know that saying, ‘The calm before the storm?’
Well, if I had to guess, a storm was approaching, and if I wasn’t careful, it would take the innocent Dr. Chace out at the knees.
“Uhh,” he said. “I was hoping to convince you to come out with m-me, but now I realize what kind of decision that was. I hadn’t realized you were serious about having a boyfriend back home. I thought you were being nice to Kelsey.”
Kelsey had herself a little crush on Dr. Chace and, apparently, he’d picked up on it.
“I’m very much…”
“Fucking taken,” Ridley growled through clenched teeth. “So how about you get the fuck out of here?”
I sighed, rolling my eyes skyward.
“Jesus,” I said. “Thank you for stopping by, but I am not interested in any dates. I am surely taken, even if I am contemplating that decision right now.”
Chace chose to leave on that note, and I turned my glare on Ridley.
He was busy locking up the room.
“Now would be a good time to explain,” he ordered.
I grabbed the first thing I saw, which happened to be the shirt that Ridley had on earlier, and slipped it on over my head.
“That’s not going to be enough,” he said, tossing me a blanket.
I must’ve looked at him quizzically because he pointed at my chest with one blunt finger.
“The shirt’s white. Your nipples are not. Enough?” he asked.
I chanced a glance down to his crotch, seeing the obvious bulge in his pants, and decided to give him that.
Plus, I didn’t think my vagina could handle any more of that monster right now.
I was already sore as hell.
If his thing came anywhere near my thing, I was sure I would be protesting instead of getting excited.
“You’re not covering it,” he said through clenched teeth. “I fuckin’ know you can’t take me again.”
I rolled my eyes and wrapped the blanket around my shoulders, covering my body from the base of my neck to the tips of my toes.
Then I walked to the lone recliner in the room and took a seat, facing off with him.
He leaned casually against the wall and stared at me, almost as if he were waiting patiently.
Although I knew he wasn’t.
“I left because I needed to. And you told me to,” I said without preamble.
His eyebrows lowered as he scowled at me.
His beard twitched as he moved his jaw, grinding his teeth in annoyance.
“I most certainly did not tell you to fucking leave. When I had my cock in you, that was a promise that you were mine. If you were mine, why the fuck would I let you leave?” he asked. “Let alone tell you to
leave.”
“You told me to ‘do something about it’,” I offered, knowing I was right.
“By ‘do something about it’ I meant you needed to quit and look for a job somewhere else. I didn’t mean for you to leave the fucking state!” he all but bellowed.
The beating on the wall started up again, and Ridley’s eyes narrowed impossibly further, and his patience snapped.
“Mother fucker,” he growled, turning to the door and yanking it open before he disappeared out into the hallway.
I got up and stuck my head out, watching as he went to the door next door and pounded on it.
It opened far enough for the man to peer out, and I watched in stunned silence as Ridley slammed his hand into the door, knocking the door and the man backward.
“Stop fucking pounding on the wall,” he ordered, crouching down in the doorway. “Or I’ll kick your fucking ass.”
Then without another word, he stood and started coming back to me.
I hastily backed up until I was back to my seat, then fell into it.
“You’re nuts,” I told him. “That wasn’t necessary.”
He shrugged. “I’m pissed.”
I laughed.
“I can tell,” I said.
He crossed his arms over his chest, and my eyes went to the other tattoo on his belly that disappeared into his pants.
“Stop looking at my dick,” he ordered. “We have things to discuss.”
I reluctantly moved my eyes back up to his and waited.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked.
I pursed my lips, not saying anything.
“The silent treatment?” he asked.
I shrugged.
“Nice,” he said.
Then he started to get dressed.
“Get dressed,” he ordered.
I did, albeit reluctantly.
I settled for a simple pair of jeans, a white wife beater, then a sweatshirt on top of that.
“Dress warmer,” he ordered.
I looked down at what I was wearing.
“This is as warm as it gets,” I said. “What are we doing?”
He moved until he was standing in my closet.
Reaching up he pulled my Carhartt jacket down from the top of the closet where I’d shoved it the first day I’d arrived.
I’d actually forgotten about it.
“You got any long socks?” he asked.
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